Sizzling, erotic conversations about men among six young women, overheard in a coffeehouse. . . Last winter and on into early spring, Stella spent some time - hours, in fact - sitting in an old coffee house, downtown. You know the one - it has a wooden floor that creaks when you step on just the right floorboards and heavy glass windows, from floor to ceiling. After a while, she began to notice that a group of half a dozen young women came in every week- sometimes in pairs, sometimes three or four at a time, and several times, all six together. They would sit in a secluded corner table at the back of the shop, next to one of the windows. She didn't remember if it was the reflection of headlights on the window by their table or the tantalizing fragments of their intimate conversations she overheard that first caught her attention. . .